Beyond the skies beyond the skies for you
A zephyr slight my war paint in blue
Strangers 'round me get me down its no good
Pull my shirt in my compline comes in a handed book
Wash my garment so it's clean the buttons reddish seams
Your teeth fall out but I dont feel a thing
When God was just a gun to twist did you
Sketch Him out from word of mouth did you
Ive been holding out its no good
I prostrate with a tangled foot
Wash my millstone make it clean and sentence every dream
Your teeth fall out but i dont feel a thing